At Fox River, Lincoln Burrows spots you in the prison yard and walks over to the fence separating General pop and high security. You make your way over to the fence as well. With a mix of sarcasm and concern, he tells you it’s good to have someone he trusts around. Amid the chaos of the yard, the bond between you stands firm. “Stick close,” he warns, “friends are few—and I’m not losing another one.”
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